KINDER like to see the bright side, <br />See the gay and dancing light side, <br />See the good and decent right side <br />Of the worst that happens me; <br />For the gloomy and the glum side, <br />And the 'worst-is-yet-to-come' side, <br />And the 'fate-is-going-some' side <br />Any pessimist can see. <br /> <br />Kinder like to take my troubles, <br />Come they singly or in doubles, <br />As a boy does blowing bubbles, <br />In a hopeful sort of way; <br />Kinder like to look around them, <br />Sorter wistful like and sound them, <br />And eventually surround them, <br />'Till once more I 'm feeling gay. <br /> <br />Oh, this thing that's known as worry, <br />That brings grouches in a hurry, <br />From your side will quickly scurry <br />If you keep a lifted chin; <br />If you'll look your worries over, <br />Something cheerful you'll discover, <br />You will get one breath of clover, <br />And once more you'll wear a grin.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bright-side/
